The Melody is frozen to my lips

The lyrics are branded in my mind

They will not, cannot leave

They become bloody and torn

When I try to release them

They leave my lips cracked and bleeding

Leaving my mind free to waver

And though I’ve been pained trying

To release them to you

…To anybody

They still bleed

And I still see the marks painted upon you

With a razor brush and skin parchment

I see your tears stained with mascara

And your blood stained with tears

I think about those portraits

In the night beneath the burning dark sky

As I sit in my throne of living wood

Garnished with leaves around my face

I see Luna and her mellow, reflected smile

I tell her my thoughts

Not only your pains

But of minutes of dancing in her light

Of my toes freezing in the grass

Of lifeless eyes and empty sockets

Mounted on canvasses of sheet rock

There is also him…

You…

You who look so careless and free

You smile easily and are unmarked

But the locks that fall so perfectly

Before your eyes can only disguise for so long

I see through your mask of happiness

I see your smiles that are not so pure

I see the grin that hides your want of tears

I see your face at night painted with moonlight

Luna knows much about you

She knows the way your eyes curve when you smile

She knows the way your lips move when you say my name

She knows the sparkle in your eyes when you are truly happy

But she does not know your touch

It is what I can’t share

Your hand against mine I will never feel

You are too far away to hear these words

You will never see my eyes glowing with true happiness

Because your hand of gold

Are too real for mine to touch

You hands are too big for mine to hold

You see nothing more then the girl of masks

You did not break my face of porcelain that you can only see

Now you see only my masks, me, and her

How much Luna knows

For many days I have sat

Ruling my kingdom while my thoughts

Etch themselves into the sky

For you with the portraits upon your wrists

Screaming the tales of you miseries and woes

For you who wears and sees the porcelain smile

Laid forever painted on our faces

For those thoughts that once echo in a white hollow skull

For the dreams the mist perform each night

A thousand stars make up the tales

Luna now knows in her silent, eerie wisdom

And I fall asleep with the lyrics of the thousand thoughts

Churning in my head to plague my dreams in the night

((I have no idea what is up with the font sizes freaking out, but I guess we'll just have to learn to live with you.))